Searching around he had no duck nor pheasant,But this little...

Searching around he had no duck nor pheasant,
But this little camper had a better xmas present.
You see he bought Weebit, a gem of a stock,
And momentum gathered, in came the flock.
Up it went... up, up and more,
As the morons on Hot Copper became such a bore.
Pissing and moaning at every damn thing,
But I don’t care, still feel like a king.
As we go into the new year,
Ignore all the children and have no fear.
Coz our little gem is beginning to sparkle,
And generate more trolling than one Meaghan Markle.
As long as the share price shoots to the moon,
I don’t mind reading the thoughts of some goon.
Downramp you clown, you clown of the town,
Dickhead springs to mind as the relevant noun.
Off you go Weebit, run along now and play
And up goes the share price, up, up and away!